In the Hall of the Dragon King

by Stephen R. Lawhead

  “Do you see this?” said Toli. “The new era has come in force. It is here around us. Do you wish to stay and help?”

  Quentin raised his eyes to the sky, where the first evening stars were already blazing like jewels in the clear, high dome of heaven, though away to the west the horizon still held the rosy tint of the sun. “No,” replied Quentin, lifting the reins and turning Blazer toward home. “Come. The Most High has chosen other hands to build his temple. That is as it should be.”

  Bria met them at the balcony overlooking the garden. She wrapped her arms around her husband. “I wondered where the three of you had gone.” She glanced at Toli and then back to the king. “All is well?”

  “It has never been better,” replied Quentin, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Throughout the enormous garden below, lanterns were being lit among the trees to twinkle like stars in a firmament of leaves.

  “Then come in to the table; the banquet is about to begin,” said Bria, leading them across the balcony. The doors of the great hall had been thrown open wide to reveal long tables with food of every kind and description, and a host of eager guests waiting to be called to join in. Everywhere music played, and laughter drifted and mingled on the soft evening breeze, along with the sweet perfume of the garlanded flowers that bedecked the hall and garden.

  “Yes, but the feast can wait a moment longer. First I want to see my children. Let me go and find them.”

  Toli, Esme, and Bria watched him hurry down the steps into the garden, darting among the merrymakers in search of the prince and princesses. “I remember a night like this—exactly like this—when King Eskevar returned,” said Toli. “A celebration to rival this one, to be sure.”

  “No, not like this one,” said Bria. Her voice held a trace of sadness. “My father even then did not care for his family as Quentin does.” She smiled and nodded to where the king returned bearing one youngster on his back and two others in his arms, all of them laughing happily. “You see? He has changed.”

  Toli nodded slowly. “A new era is begun, my lady.”

  “Indeed! Then let us hope it lasts a thousand years,” said Bria.

  “Ten thousand!” added Esme.

  “Let us hope it lasts forever,” said Toli.

  “Come along,” called Quentin, striding past them. “We must not be late for our own celebration!” He marched through the doors with his young ones, and Bria took her place at his side; Toli and Esme came on behind. They all reached the high table to find Ronsard and Theido with Renny and his parents, and Pym the tinker with Tip at his feet, and all the other guests of honor already assembled and in their places.

  Quentin seized his goblet and held it aloft, saying, “Welcome, fair friends one and all. Let the banquet begin!” And they all sat down to feast in the Hall of the Dragon King.